I haven’t been writing much lately.
Not professionally, not reflectively, not even in a journal or original tweets.
Pretty much the only thing I’ve been writing lately are Facebook status updates. And while I typically pride myself on constructing pithy, hilarious, thought-provoking status updates, it’s not real writing.
Not the kind of writing I need, that is.
I have been feeling incredibly overwhelmed lately.
We are nearing the end of 1st quarter, and the expectations placed on me are crashing in from all directions. I feel no respite. I am letting pretty much anything that falls under “having a life” plunge off a cliff (which is much more traumatic than simply letting it “fall by the wayside.”)
I have nearly lost all faith in humanity.
In the space of 10 minutes today, I read a story about Alabama refusing to release a basketball player and a story about a New Jersey School Board stripping its journalism students of any First Amendment Rights. Twitter and Facebook, for all the funny and good links I see, expose me to way more injustices than my bleeding heart can handle.
I shared this article with my newspaper staff last night, and I need all the health benefits I can possibly get.
Last year at this time, I did the 31 day blog challenge, followed by my usual November gratitude posts, following by the less-regular but still-there posts that attempt to make me hate the Christmas season less. It was a lot of blogging, and took time, but I think I need to rededicate myself to writing again.
Trouble is, I’m not sure what I should write about this month.
Anyone have any ideas?